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Our Blackness by Debbie Lacy
So you don’t like our blackness
Where our skin exhibits the different shades of beautiful browns,
For it was you who diluted our blood that runs deeply in our veins.
Flowing piercing our souls with wrath, tears and frowns.
Today there is a question of our heritage because of our intellect, education and forte.
Suddenly they seem so enthralled of the various shades of our African blackness,
So what is it all worth? What more do you have to say?
Don’t try to hold me down because you envy me
Because of our style, our music and our lingo,
As we are often imitated; these are some of things we see.
It’s amusing how you love to hate us and that's just how you feel
We worked in your kitchens, your fields, took care of your babies,
Tell me, why would you trust the ones you hate to cook your meals?
No matter how you try to disguise it you don’t like our blackness and that’s a dam shame,
Consequently our innocence was abducted, imprisoned and then carried away,
Still black we are here, shipped like cargo from our homeland and we have you to blame!